After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight

ATSWM Chapter 6.2

Chapter 6.2 Oh, Then I Will Just Kill It (Part 2)

　　And Sang Yuanyuan......This perfectly beautiful woman who looks like she descended to the world from heaven woman, finally about to become his real wife and will spend a lifetime together with him......Han Shaoling thought so, unconsciously lowered his head, the corners of his lips raised and giggled lightly.

　　Everyone got up, then turned towards Sang Yuanyuan and saluted. Sang Yuanyuan bowed down to return the salute and then put her eyes on the desk in front of her.

　　As soon as she sat down, she noticed that someone had casted a look towards her in an outrageous manner.

　　You Wuming.

　　The pearl strings on the left side blocked her line of sight. She could not adjust her focus to observe You Wuming and only vaguely felt that he was smiling.

　　Presumably, it should be that kind of a very abnormal smile, right? Sang Yuanyuan thought to herself.

　　There was never a positive description for the Great Demon Lord villain in the book. This person, You Wuming, only lived in the midst of everyone's fear from the beginning to the end. Or, in other words, he was precisely the spokesperson for terror itself.

　　Only in a few fragmented parts, one could get a slight glimpse of his true nature.

　　For example, when a certain cannon fodder was dying and looked up at the Demon Lord who had stepped past their remaining body without frowning at all. The heart can't help but feel somewhat confused——why did this demon have the face of a celestial being?

　　For example, when You Wuming, taking advantage of the chaos, slowly strolled into the burning Tiandu. The light of the blood and fire was sealed on his face, it made others can not help but recall some legends about the demon Shura[1]——However evil their hearts, are however beautiful their faces will be.

　　To be honest, Sang Yuanyuan is still quite curious about what You Wuming looks like, but she didn't look up.

　　Her eyes still fall on the table as before. A few jade plates were laid out in front of her. The dishes on the plates are incomparably exquisite, like those award-winning works in the Carving Competition.

　　On such occasions, the two Kings aside, no one will secretly peep around because it was extremely rude.

　　Without doubt, these old-fashioned and pedantic 'mere courtesy', after the female lead, Meng Wuyou was favored, will be broken time and again. She would stare at some prominent talent at the banquet, and tease the other party about their appearance. She will dress very casually when they offer the sacrifices to Heaven, bouncing around making the whole nation in an uproar. She will make a loud noise in the Buddhist temple, say that the great monks are swindlers, who secretly ate meat.

　　Sang Yuanyuan doesn't think these actions are straightforward and lovely at all.

　　She just wanted to hammer this brain damaged dog's head.

　　The Palace Banquet was silent without any sound.

　　Sang Yuanyuan guessed that something awful might have happened and as a result, when having a meal together with You Wuming, speaking has become a new taboo.

　　Sitting right across from Sang Yuanyuan is the first General under Han Shaoling, Gu Chuanfeng. Sang Yuanyuan noticed that the tiger General had unconsciously moved over the middle line of the table, as if staying away from You Wuming as far as he could.

　　She wanted to laugh. Her red lips pursed gently. She picked up the white jade wine glass that was filled silently by the maidservant and drank a glass of bright purple fruit wine.

　　She misjudged the material of the table——originally thought the table with dark patterns was made from wood, unexpectedly it was either copper or iron.

　　When the cup was put down, it made a very clear clang sound, reverberating around.

　　Sang Yuanyuan: "......"

　　In that instant, countless eyes were drawn from all directions and casted on her!

　　SangYuanyuan has an illusion as if these people are seemingly waiting for something such as cup throwing to happen?

　　Are they all really so nervous?

　　A chuckle came from the diagonally opposite side.

　　Soon afterward, a very young, very pleasant clear voice carrying along a bit of anger, said: "Clumsy."

　　Sang Yuanyuan subconsciously looked over.

　　She saw a man in a white robe holding a cup in his hand and a smile hanging on the corner of his lips. He saluted her from afar, raised his head and drank up.

[1] Shura : a fierce and aggressive demigod, at the same time was also justified and evil, advocating the ultimate strength, and mixed praise.